God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer run,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it...Dad.

A satisfying account of Darcy's change of heart. I like the way you shift his thoughts back and forth between, "how could I have been so awful?" and "most women would think themselves fortunate!" I'm certain that is exactly the way it went down...

I think I'd Lady Catherine became the voice of my conscience, I would go mad! Glad to hear that Darcy is feeling the sting, although I always felt that he would have been better served to put her Ladyship on notice much earlier about Anne.

Wonderful. Loved it...though I do think that you should add at least one more chapter where Elizabeth can see 'the great change' her words have wrought in Darcy (this is a cunning attempt by me to convince you to write more ;)

But that's not necessary, the story as a description of Darcy's change stands strong.